Thrills of the sky and the earth
flawless diamonds swirl
one more time in a new dance.
❄️❄️❄️
Magical touches
Splashing colours everywhere.
Yet, is this too soon?..
🌞🌞🌞





Blue morning on a sunny Sunday
High heels echo in the middle of the street
Getting lost while time goes by
Rescued memories of a rainy day

Thanks to Bojana and her love for poetry I decided to contribute myself to the National Poetry Month (which is celebrated in April in North America). As I am not a poet, I will only say few Words:
Soft words sing a lullaby
On a clear evening when there is no cry
Lonely mother who is about
Ready to fight back the wicked and cast out.
a.k.a. The Sorcerer
A flying paper gets a rest in a tree
But the wind was thinking it’s not
The time for a rest or a break
With his endless blowing and roars.

Traveler of our times
You see and understand,
Thinking of our sorrow
Witnessing our joy
Told or unknown
Whispered in the sky. Continue reading